Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

"Is that all the tricks you have?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of disappointment rising in his heart.

Dao Chen Zhenren is renowned throughout the world and hailed as the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this era. However, these five trials, while challenging, are far from insurmountable. If it were merely this, his journey from Liyang to Daming would be utterly absurd.

Before the thought even settled—

Boom!!!

The sky trembled violently, and the five mountains resonated in unison!

The five elements of sword energy intertwined and flowed, like a wheel turning, forming a unified whole, transforming into a supreme sword intent that penetrated heaven and earth, and crashed down!

In an instant, the universe was sealed off, and the vital energy froze.

Deng Tai'a's pupils contracted sharply, and all his muscles stiffened, not even his fingertips could tremble slightly!

That sword intent not only suppressed the physical body, but also penetrated directly into the sea of ​​consciousness, like ice pouring down, almost freezing one's thoughts.

"Submit..."

An ancient, majestic, and irresistible voice resounded deep within his soul.

Kneel down! Bow your head! Accept your fate!

In that instant, the world seemed like a prison, all hope vanished, and only submission was the way home.

"fart!"

Deng Tai'a roared inwardly, his eyes bloodshot!

boom--!

A wild, unruly, and unyielding sword intent exploded from his body, like a dragon swimming against the current, soaring straight into the sky, and fiercely meeting the supreme pressure of the five elements in one!

The five mountains roared, and the sword intent surged like waves, one wave subsiding only for another to rise, layer upon layer, without end.

Deng Tai'a's sword intent was suppressed and almost collapsed, but he gritted his teeth, straightened his spine, and fought to the death!

In this life-or-death struggle, he was completely unaware that his sword intent was being refined and tempered, impurities were being removed, and it was becoming purer and purer, almost like returning to its original simplicity.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Only three words remained in my mind: a frantic roar.

Break! Break! Break!

We must tear open this sky, shatter this will, and forge our own path with the sword!

As his sword intent became more refined, his cultivation subtly transformed, and the barriers between his realms began to loosen...

at the same time.

Inside the Wudang Sutra Repository, Lin Daochen paused slightly as he turned the pages, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Heh, an interesting fellow has arrived."

Immediately, he lowered his gaze and continued to peruse the Daoist scriptures in his hands, ignoring the turmoil outside.

Time passed slowly.

The swordsmen outside the pavilion suddenly noticed something amiss—

An indescribable and profound aura began to rise from Deng Tai'a's body, as if resonating with heaven and earth!

Immediately afterwards, the wind and clouds changed color, lightning flashed, and strange phenomena suddenly appeared in the sky and earth!

"This is... a sign of breaking through to a higher realm?!"

Someone exclaimed in shock, "He's about to reach the realm of a terrestrial sword immortal?!"

The crowd erupted in uproar, their blood boiling with excitement.

Only Huang Qing's expression changed drastically.

Is Li Yang gaining another land-based sword immortal? Or is it a new generation of sword god with extraordinary talent like Deng Tai'a?

The Northern Barbarians are in grave danger!

His eyes hardened, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly drew his sword!

Even if it means bearing infamy and being scorned by everyone, he absolutely cannot allow this to happen!

Swish-!

The sword light flashed like lightning, tearing through the sky, heading straight for Deng Tai'a, who was breaking through to a higher realm in the pavilion!

however--

Just as the sword energy touched the edge of the pavilion, the jade stone hanging on the beam swayed slightly.

hum!

A sword intent that integrates the five elements and transcends all laws was unleashed with a thunderous roar!

Click!

Huang Qing's sword energy shattered like paper, but its momentum remained undiminished, and its sword intent descended like a waterfall from the sky!

Before Huang Qing's pupils could contract, his head had already separated from his body, and the corpse crashed to the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

A moment later, the swordsmen let out a cold laugh:

"You dare to disrupt the trial set up by Dao Chen Zhenren? You're truly courting death."

Just then—

boom!!!

With a deafening roar, the strange phenomenon vanished, and the clouds parted to reveal the bright moon.

Inside the pavilion, Deng Tai'a slowly opened his eyes.

A vast and abyss-like sword aura, surpassing all mortals, swept across all directions!

Land-based sword immortal!

Become!

A short while later, he slowly walked out from the other side of the pavilion, his eyes still showing a hint of bewilderment.

"I...have I really become a terrestrial sword immortal?"

A single sword intent trial allowed him to break through his cultivation level on the spot, stepping into the ranks of terrestrial sword immortals.

"Master Dao Chen, you truly possess the bearing of a celestial being! Your comprehension of the sword has reached a transcendent level!"

Deng Tai'a was shocked, and the sword intent that had torn through the void and struck his very soul still echoed in his mind.

Although we have never met, I am already impressed.

Previously, he had scoffed at the claim that "Lin Daochen's swordsmanship is the most lethal in the world." This time, he came with a challenging attitude, wanting to determine who was better with his sword.

Looking back now, that arrogance was nothing more than the self-importance of a frog in a well.

"However—" His eyes narrowed, and his fighting spirit quietly ignited, "Now that I have reached the realm of a terrestrial sword immortal, I am qualified to have a duel with Dao Chen Zhenren."

Respect is due, but a true swordsman never backs down because of awe.

On the other side, a clamor of swords erupted before the pavilion!

"Deng Tai'a passed! He truly passed the test of sword intent!"

"He was the first person to withstand Dao Chen Zhenren's sword intent! The very first person to do so in the creation of the world!"

Someone called out, "Sword Master Deng! May I ask you, what is the key to passing the test?"

Deng Tai'a pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "There is no secret, only the full expression of sword intent."

He paused, then said loudly, "Even if we fail, as long as we give it our all, our sword intent will be tempered and sublimated. This small pavilion is an unparalleled blessed land for us sword cultivators."

"It's called a test, but it's actually a hint."

"Master Dao Chen spreads the Dao through the sword."

"I leave this to you all to ponder."

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps firm, heading straight for the gate of Wudang Mountain.

He wants to see Lin Daochen.

After he left, countless people who had stepped into the pavilion pondered the matter and were astonished to find that it was indeed so!

Even in defeat, the sword intent remained undiminished, as if cleansed by thunder, its sharpness surpassing all before.

With Deng Tai'a's personal testimony confirming the successful breach of the border, who would dare not believe it?

In an instant, gratitude surged forth.

The news spread like wildfire, and overnight, that unassuming little pavilion on Wudang Mountain became a pilgrimage site for swordsmen from all over the world.

Lin Daochen's name soared to great heights from that moment on, and he was practically deified in the sword cultivator circle.

Those reclusive land-based sword immortals also began to secretly pay attention to this "Dao Chen Zhenren".

Of course, we'll leave those subsequent events for now.

at the moment--

As soon as Deng Tai'a arrived at the gate of Wudang Mountain, a figure in green had been waiting for him for a long time.

It was Qingfeng, a young disciple of Lin Daochen.

"Please come with me, the master is waiting for you in the library."

"...He knows I passed?" Deng Tai'a was slightly taken aback.

The gentle breeze nodded with a smile.

A moment later, inside the Sutra Repository.

The two met.

"Li Yang and Deng Tai'a pay their respects to Dao Chen Zhenren!"

"I am grateful for your guidance today."

Deng Tai'a clasped his hands and bowed deeply, showing the utmost respect.

He was clear about his grudges and gratitude—if it weren't for Lin Daochen's sword intent, he would never have been able to break through to the next realm at this moment.

He acknowledged this cause and effect.

Lin Daochen accepted the greeting calmly and spoke in a low voice:

"When practicing swordsmanship, one should avoid being fixated on anything."

"Technique and principle are not mutually exclusive. No matter how fierce your killing sword is, without the foundation of the Great Dao, it is ultimately a castle in the air and will not go far."

He casually offered a reminder.

This person has exceptional talent; if his vital energy can be unlocked, it's not impossible that he could one day single-handedly suppress the Heavenly Gate.

Upon hearing this, Deng Tai'a nodded solemnly:

"Every word spoken by the true man is a gem."

"In the past, I was stubborn and tried to prove the Dao through technique, seeking a different path. Today, after being enlightened by the sword intent of the True Man, I realize that deliberately forcing things only leads to inferior results."

Lin Daochen nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"good."

This person certainly has the potential to master the art of swordsmanship.

At this moment, Deng Tai'a took a deep breath and said frankly:

"Master, to be honest, I came from Liyang because I wanted to witness your swordsmanship, which is 'number one in killing'."

"Now that I have been granted this breakthrough thanks to your kindness, I should not harbor any further thoughts of warfare. However, I cultivate the path of killing with my sword, and I find myself itching to unleash your deadly blade—I humbly request your guidance, Master!"

Lin Daochen glanced at him and said softly:

"In that case, let's have a friendly spar outside the Scripture Pavilion."

Help someone to the very end.

Let him see the sharpness of the Great Freedom Gengjin Sword; it will greatly benefit his understanding of the Dao of Slaughter.

The two figures turned around and were already standing in the open space outside the pavilion.

The wind rises, the leaves fall.

Lin Daochen stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Draw your sword."

"Only once."

Lin Daochen gripped the Primordial Sword, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring directly at Deng Tai'a.

"good!"

Without hesitation, Deng Tai'a raised his hand and took out a sword box from his bosom.

The sword case is small, yet it exudes an ancient and sinister aura.

He raised his arms, and the sword case soared into the air, hovering in mid-air. With a light stroke of his fingertips, the sword case split open, revealing twelve flying swords that silently emerged, their cold light gleaming.

His true energy surged like a tide, instantly reaching its peak. Deng Tai'a's eyes narrowed, and his killing intent rose suddenly.

"go!"

A clear shout shattered the silence, and twelve flying swords shot out in a single line, moving with lightning speed, heading straight for Lin Daochen.

As the sword formation advanced, layers of sharpness overlapped, and its momentum surged. This strike was the pinnacle of his life's skills, his strongest sword technique!

boom--!

The void seemed to be cleaved open like a canvas by a sharp blade, a crack running across the sky. A fierce sword intent soared into the heavens, the wind and clouds swirled, and the world changed color.

In an instant, the Wudang disciples and the heroes from outside the mountain all sensed it and looked up.

"It was Deng Jianshen who made the move!"

"Who is he fighting? Could it be... Dao Chen Zhenren?"

The group immediately took flight on the wind, rushing towards the source of the sword intent.

In front of the Sutra Repository.

Faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly. His spiritual power surged like a river, and the Primordial Sword gently swayed, tracing a mysterious and profound trajectory—

The Great Freedom Geng Metal Sword!

A pure white sword aura shot out from the sky, so fast that it left no trace, carrying the decisiveness to cut through everything, and met the twelve flying swords.

Before the sword arrives, the intent precedes it.

Deng Tai'a's hair stood on end, and his skin felt a chilling cold, as if death itself was already at his neck.

"This sword intent...!"

His pupils contracted sharply as he sensed an unfathomable, pure, and ruthless killing intent within the white light—not directed at him, but as if it wanted to erase everything in the world.

His sword could not stop it.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Amidst a series of explosions, twelve flying swords rained down, only to be shattered in mid-air. The white light, undiminished in its momentum, instantly reached Deng Tai'a's throat, its chill penetrating to the bone, leaving him hanging by a thread.

Immediately, the sword energy dissipated.

Deng Tai'a remained motionless, standing quietly in place, closing his eyes to savor the lingering effect of that sword strike—as if the heavens and earth had frozen in that single blow.

Lin Daochen smiled faintly, not even glancing at him, and turned to enter the Sutra Repository.

A moment later, the Wudang group and the heroes arrived, only to find Deng Tai'a standing there in a daze. They looked at each other in bewilderment, but no one dared to ask him anything.

for a long time.

Deng Tai'a slowly opened his eyes, bowed deeply towards the direction of the Scripture Pavilion, and said solemnly, "Thank you for your guidance, Dao Chen Zhenren. If you ever need my help in the future, I will gladly die for you."

"It's nothing, go ahead."

A detached response came from inside the pavilion.

One of the swordsmen couldn't contain himself and tentatively asked in a low voice, "Sword God Deng, did you just exchange blows with True Person Dao Chen? What was the outcome?"

As soon as he said it, he realized how ridiculous it was—was there even a question about the answer?

Deng Tai'a frankly replied, "Yes. I used all my strength, but the Master only used one sword strike, and I was defeated. If it were a life-or-death battle, I would have already been beheaded."

After saying this, he drifted away.